American angels

They are gays, he says.

Yes, I say. American angels. This is Angels in America.

The Americans started this very idea of gayism. Gays would never have existed without America, he says. I'm not sure where he's going at, but I don't bother to check.

'I don't know man, I don't know', I say. 'Ask the gays. Or the Americans. Or the American gays. Or the unamerican gays. Or the Americans who thought they were wrong when they thought they were gays, or those who think Americans who think those who think they are gays are just thinking and nothing more.'

Or whatever. I know I am going to America, and I know Angels in America, but I am not expert. I am trying to get him off my back. Rather unsuccessfully.

This is a rather offensive play. Not suited to Nepali standards. We have cultural values you know. Traditions. They are important. This is not our culture, he goes on with his rant.

'Yes.... yeah, I guess, unnh hunnh,' I fill in, between his monologue. 'Khoi, I don't know about the orientation of the actors, and I wouldn't care, to be honest, unless I found them disarmingly attractive. In which case, it wouldn't matter anyway. George Clooney is fantastic, and grows more attractive as he grows older, and I don't care who or what he has a thing for'. I want to go on, I cannot stop myself.

Uggh dude, stop being so hypocritical.

He has woken up the sleeping monster. Okay, I'll be honest. I was being hypocritical. I mean, look at Anderson Cooper. Haha, as closeted as fuck, man. And what's Karan Johar's deal anyway? I mean, there's absolutely no way he's not queer, amiryt? And he doesn't even deny shit.


Noww you're talking... Exactly my point. And Johar understands it, cuz' of culture man. It's the culture, dude, the culture.

'Yeah, I don't know. Look at Roy Cohn, the imaginary or the real one, either. He was a goddamned red-blooded American. And yet... You know how these things go right. It's the lies, the construct. Culture is a construct, and so are our values. They can be demolished just as safely as they were built, but we are too scared because we reach the unknown, and the unpredictable'.

I am making shit up, of course, but he doesn't need to know it. And I'm tired of culture-as-a-construct arguments, so I'm now in autopilot mode. I don't even know what I'm saying. Words, that sound highly scientific and logical, come out of me, and I am not even paying attention. The muscles know what to say next already.

yes...yeah right, and then... He's now completing my sentences.  And the sex scene. I thought it was a bit too much. The actors were a bit too visual, and expressive I think. They should have done it more symbolically. There were some kids too, you know. And the girls in the audience were soo offended, I could tell you that. They were shy, and so uncomfortable. It's only a guy thing k, large audience bhayeko thaun maa testo garnu na huney, kuirey harule kurai bujhdainann.

I disagree, of course, but keep my speech hole shut. I'm nodding vigorously--on all sides-- so that someone who can't hear us can't tell if I'm nodding or tying to untie the knotted nerves in my neck.

It was not surprising there were not many people in the audience. I mean, this is American, so it's cool bhanthan chhan, and that's okay haina, but yo chahi arkai kissim kko bhayo ki. Sex is important, and a part of our life, but depiction chahi ramrari bhayena k. Such things should be more symbolic and artfully done. I liked the play, and yes, Kushner was a great visionary, but the play was somewhat tasteless.

I'm tired. I've run out of shit to make up. So I suggest we go somewhere to eat Momos, and then maybe watch a movie. Hangover 2 is on in the cinemas, so we go watch that. He likes the film. I think it was okay.